dynamite

Kat 'n' me went to Paulilles where Nobel used to make dynamite.
Sounds so cozy - cartoon sticks with a fuse that cowboys chuck
about pubs when not blasting mines. Sounds like Marmite. Nice.

They manufactured nitroglycerin there and sulphuric acid;
workers got blown up and the side effects were terrible. The
factory closed - which lucky country hosts the manufacturing
now, one wonders? - but Nobel, his inventions and his guilt-money,
remain key in our culture.

The place has been landscaped and the beach turned over to
people.
Here me and Kat claim it for Tilling.

After an exhausting day on the beach it was time to water the
trees on the mountain.

As the sun set gloriously, it seemed that an outbreak of
wife-beating had broken out. All that could be heard rising from
the town were male cries of Merde! and ALLEZZZ.

Now there are car horns beeping.
Ahhh - a football game, perhaps?